The Lance Sidesaddle Saga
Lance Sidesaddle is the ol’ West’s answer to Sherlock Holmes. Except that our boy Lance has a screw loose somewhere.
He’s a man in a time warp. His style of dress and his personal values are those of the 1850s American West. His private investigator office, above Whiskey Row in Prescott, Arizona, does not really exist today.
But if you find his doorway and climb the stairs, you’ll travel back 160 years, to an era of long bustled skirts, when gold prospecting was active on the high plateau.
The Saga is Told in six short stories. Available FREE to read right here.
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More on Lance – Lance drives an old Chevy V8 pickup that he calls Ol Paint, due to the flaking primer that adorns those parts of the body that are not rust-colored. He calls it a Dodge though, because it sounds more Western. It’s a 4X4, but it’s only running on seven cylinders. Much like our boy, Lance.
Lance never realizes he’s the butt of all jokes. If he did, he would take it philosophically, a word he is still learning how to spell. Lance never loses his good humor and his willingness to help his fellow citizens.